The Solstice of Jeffrey Michael Rosenberg

The first day of summer is a time to celebrate. The longest day on the calendar makes way for the warmth and promise of beautiful days ahead and there's also a weird thing at Stonehenge but the number one reason to be happy, on June 21st is the birthday of Mr. Rosenberg.

The sun will reach its highest point in the sky today and we will enjoy snacks and gifts and cake and a rather large helium balloon and send out a psychic high five to god and the universe for creating Jeffrey Michael Rosenberg, best man I know.

Smells

Hi. I would like to smell you with my nose. Here's my nose.

Super Handsome

This fine gentleman is enjoying some supervised non-cone time. 

Levi and I dropped Teddy off to get his summer haircut at the groomer. As an experiment, this afternoon, I left Levi all alone in the house when I went to pick up Bob from baseball camp. He has never flown solo in the house before. When we walked in the door, we found him sleeping. 

His good boy level is off the charts.

Smacksy Sunday Links

Mr. Rosenberg and nine-month-old Bob looking out the window of a train somewhere in Germany. 2007.

Parents: This is your work.

Airplane etiquette.

City trees are not getting enough sleep.

Getting married at the New York City Clerk's Office.

And a dog and an owl.

Happy Father's Day Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Cone Life

Eleven more days 'til the cone/donut goes away. He makes it look good.

3:00pm

This morning Mr. Rosenberg took the guys on a walk. Down the street, they ran into our friend Lisa who was walking her lab, Blue. Blue sniffed Levi and then Teddy got in between the two of them, apparently to "protect" Levi. Then Teddy tried to really display some dominance by attempting to "mount" Blue. I have never seen Teddy do this in all my years of being Teddy's friend. He tried mounting a throw pillow once but that was short-lived and just embarrassing for everyone involved. Never seen him try it with another animal. He's taking his job as brother extremely seriously.

Regarding the photo above: We're trying the next size up of inflatable ring/cone. Levi's learning to balance his head on it like a flotation device/pillow. So far so good. Teddy has been staring at the bottom of the front door for going on twelve minutes. Sometimes these guys are just weird. And I love them.

Bedtime

Levi has been an excellent patient. Per the vet, he's not allowed to jump up on the bed or couch so he can avoid busting his stitches. Since he's used to sleeping in bed next to me and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep him down. I slept on the giant dog bed we made on the floor of our bedroom. I took a cone to the face a few times during the night but for the most part it worked out just fine.

He'll be feeling better in no time.
And a bonus for Mr. Rosenberg and Teddy - they will get the whole bed to themselves for awhile.